If Muyang Mountain could form an alliance with the not-yet-thriving Han Mountain Clan, it would undoubtedly thrive in the future.
The newly appointed Patriarch of the Han Mountain Clan in front of him hadn't been practicing for many years, and his future was limitless.
There were many guests with thoughts similar to Mu Ji's.
Most of these people had smiles on their faces.
However, many had complex expressions, and there were also many who showed fear and panic.
Previously, they were not close to the Han Mountain Clan and had even committed acts of oppression against them.
Now, with the rise of the Han Mountain Clan, settling old scores and grievances would make life difficult for everyone.
The corners of Lu Changlin's eyes twitched, and his black robe trembled slightly.
His legs could not stop trembling under the green robe.
He was terrified.
He also understood now.
Why his younger brother never returned.
